| Alexander Campbell, Charles Louis Loos - 1840 - 632 páginas
...wickedness—of sin and strife—of sorrow and disappointment, is this world of ours! "OhI who could bear life's stormy doom Did not thy wing of love Come brightly wafting through the gloom, . Our peace-hranch from abovel" What is there upon this impure earth that has attraction for the "pure... | |
| Sacred cabinet - 1841 - 222 páginas
...cheers, And ev'n the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears, Is dimm'd and vanish'd too! Oh who would bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy...gloom, One peace-branch from above ? Then sorrow, touch'd by thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray ; As darkness shows us worlds of light We... | |
| 1857 - 830 páginas
...heart that makes truly its own the melody of Erin's sweetest minstrel, "Then Sorrow touched by Thoe grows bright, With more than rapture's ray ; As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day." "WELL BONE." BY JLNQKLO CANOLL. WHIN weary in the strife I faint, When pours my soul her deep complaint... | |
| Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. General Assembly - 1843 - 914 páginas
...could bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above? Then sorrow, touched by thee,...darkness shows us worlds of light, We never saw by day. O5 8s & 7s. The Pilgrim. GENTLY, Lord, O! gently lead us, Through this lonely vale of tears; "Through... | |
| H. D. - 1843 - 438 páginas
...of love Come, brightly bearing through the gloom, A peace-branch from above ? Then sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows bright, With more than rapture's ray...darkness shows us worlds of light, We never saw by day. MOORE O grant me, Lord, the temper meet, To profit by Thy chastenings sweet ; For Thou wouldst have... | |
| George Rogers - 1843 - 462 páginas
...Come brightly wafting thro' the gloom, A peace-branch from above ! 4 Then sorrow, touched by thee, is bright With more than rapture's ray, As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day ! 262. LM 1 Now let our ardent songs arise, In joyful and in grateful praise, To him who reigns above... | |
| George Rogers - 1843 - 456 páginas
...live, When winter comes, are flown ! And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. 3 O who would bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come brightly wafting thio' the gloom, A peace-branch from above ! 4 Then sorrow, touched by thee, is bright 262. LM 1 Now... | |
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